Dear College Seniors,
Graduating college is a blessing and a curse. I’m here to tell you that your time is not eternal.
I bet you’re reading this like “lol, this is a total downer. I’m going to go take a Buzzfeed quiz now.” And okay, maybe I am a downer… BUT MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP AND BE ENLIGHTENED INSTEAD OF GOING TO BUZZFEED TO FIND OUT WHAT KIND OF DOG YOU ARE. Okay, I love quizzes too. I’m a Jack Russel Terrior. But anyway…
Maybe I’m bitter because I failed a class and almost DIDN’T get my degree, my boyfriend moved to another city, my friends are all fighting with each other, and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING WITH MY ENTIRE LIFE. You’ll all be here, too. But I’ve also come to say that that’s going to be okay.
I’m sitting here trying to remind myself that I’m #blessed. I have a kind of supportive family, roof over my head, I don’t have ebola (yet), and I still have a great boyfriend by my side….even if “by my side” really means “300 miles away.” This is all very hard to remember when I’ve spent most days alone re-reading Harry Potter and watching everyone around me living their successful, job-having, money-making lives.
ANYWAY, my point is STOP thinking your time will end and START loving every second you have left. Embrace everything; every early morning and every all nighter, every cup of coffee, and every bottle of beer. Your walk across the quad and the food from the dining hall (dear God, love every second of your dining hall). Enjoy your time in the classroom and your time at the bar. Love your friends and don’t think about your enemies. Wear all the crop tops, tight dresses, short skirts, and unreasonably high heels you can. Talk to that sassy blonde chick in your economics class you’ve been crushing on all semester. Get drunk and don’t worry about the next morning. Have more wine while you write you 30 page essay that’s due at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. Don’t take it all so seriously.
“…Yea, I stayed in to study for a huge biology final and my friends ended up meeting Beyonce that night” isn’t going to impress anyone 40 years from now.
You’re going to want stories for the grandchildren.
Good luck.
Sincerely Yours,
That Lame College Grad Who’s Just Trying To Get A Job In This Terrible Economy (I blame the economy)
